May 16, 2006
This is what Ezra does when you say, "Where's Uncle Jaxon?" He immediatley runs up to Jaxon's self portrait on the wall and stares at it for a respectful 5 seconds or so.
Chris' parents are watching Ezra overnight for us and I feel like a different woman. I'm like a woman who suddenly has a little more elbow-room, but who is constantly saying to her husband: "I miss Ezra... You should call your parents. Do you think he's OK? You should really call your parents." every 30 minutes or so. I am out of control.
My hubby and I had a good time tonight. We laughed about silly things and talked about politics and the economy and other very hoity-toity things. It seems that as soon as I have a break from focusing so much on Ezra, I become a functional, well-informed adult! Imagine that!
As we were driving back from our "night on the town" (which consisted mostly of the inevitable trip to a local casino accompanied by penny-slots and a watered down drink), I found myself telling Chris that if God one day told me that it was okay for me to break into ONE and only ONE store (of my choosing) and take whatever I wanted without any negative consequenses, I would most definetly choose Anthropologie. I told him I would take every last thing from that store- just like the Grinch did when he stole Christmas- leaving nothing behind but some bare wire hooks on the wall and a crumb that was even too small for a mouse...
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